At the summit of Holy Mountain, atop the highest temple, Blackbeard stood bare-chested, a huge bottle of rum in his left hand and a roasted land dragon leg in his right. His eyes were red as he watched the mountaintops collapsing in every direction. As one magnificent temple after another was buried beneath the fallen peaks, Blackbeard's heart ached so badly that his very guts trembled.
In Blackbeard's eyes, all of this was the private property of the Black Tiger Family. Every temple, every statue, every lavish chair inlaid with gold and silver—all of it was Black Tiger Family property. Though the Church still nominally belonged to the Ashir Divine Clan, as far as Blackbeard was concerned, these treasures had already fallen into his pocket.
Not to mention that, beyond Holy Mountain, the Dragon Mountain Empire now occupied nearly eighty percent of the Western Continent. Such vast territory was all private property of the Dragon Mountain Empire, an estate built single-handedly by his son, Lin Qi. Yet volcanoes were erupting everywhere across the Western Continent, the earth was caving in and splitting apart everywhere, and meteors and shooting stars trailed long tails of flame as they continually fell from the heavens. Countless exquisite buildings were destroyed, cities, towns, and villages wiped from existence—this was all Lin Qi's hard work!
Thus, Blackbeard roared in fury. Leading every Black Tiger Family powerhouse who had inherited a chief god's divine office, he unleashed all their power without holding anything back. Streaks of terrifying auras unique to upper chief gods shot into the sky. After shattering a vast swath of falling stars hundreds of thousands of meters above the ground, they transformed into a majestic light shield a hundred miles thick, spreading outward to envelop the entire Western Continent and the nearby seas.
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